Sayid was in the forest, running…escaping…fleeing…but from who? The crazy French woman Danielle or the Iraqi torturer Sayid?
For the first time in his life Sayid had been at the receiving end of a strong interrogation. He finally understand how it feel like, the pain was important but it was the feeling of hopelessness that mattered more. Several times during Danielle's tortures he actually started to laugh hysterically.
It was just so ironic that he, Sayid, should be tortured, considering the large number of people who had suffered due to him. It was a fitting punishment really.
"Forgive me God." He whispered over and over. "Forgive me Minta."
"Never again, never again." He added.
He wanted to go back, to see Minta. He didn't know what he must do but he did not think that he could remain alone anymore.
Something he do know was that he would never torture another being in his life, no matter whatever happens, even if it involved his beloved wife.
He was now using his rifle as a staff, pressing his hand onto his forehead he withdrew it quickly, as it seemed to be burning, leaving invisible scorches on his hand. Half delirious and half feverish he continued, whispering her name.
Seeing the familiar lines of the beach he smiled, was that a figure in front of him? She seemed to be glowing with halos of light surrounding her.
Sayid collapsed right in front of Minta.
He wasn't aware of it but during his fever Minta spent every moment with him. She listened to his accounts of his encounter with Danielle, who tortured him and would have killed him.
All this time he thought she was some angel who planned to take him away from her.
"If this is the time I must die then I will consent, but I only wish that I can see her again.
"When Danielle asked me why she should let me live I told her that I have a wife who I love so much, and if I die, it will kill her, because I will die if she dies. I know that even after all this, Minta never stopped loving me. Can you at least tell her that I love her so much?
"I saw Minta as my redemption, a sign of forgiveness sent by God. I then vowed to protect her, I never once thought that I would need to protect her from myself. I had hurt her more then anyone else as she loves me, I am the cause of her trying to kill herself again."
"Oh Sayid, she knows. She knows!" Minta whispered. "You will live, and as soon as you are healed you will find her kneeling by your bed, waiting to tell you that she loves you."
Yet when Sayid finally gained consciousness it was Sawyer he saw.
"What do you want?" Sayid asked angrily at the other man's approach.
"Perhaps here to get a payback." Sawyer taunted, finding the apology a bit hard to force out of his throat. However, he regretted the barb as soon as he released it, as he knew that he owned a 'I'm sorry' to both Sayid and Minta.
He needed to admit his mistakes.
"You want a shot, take it." Sayid said coolly, "I will not strike back, but know that it is out of shame, not out of fear."
"So you will actually let me beat the living snot out of you?" Sawyer asked, clearly taken back.
"It will not be the worst that has happened to me due to what I did in the past, no." Sayid seemed to have forgotten all about Sawyer. "No, the most horrifying pain is to see the fears in her eyes…"
"I actually came to apologize." At this remark Sayid snorted. "I am serious. I will forgive you for torturing me if you can forgive me for holding you responsible for my sister's death at September Eleventh because you are Iraqi, and for wanting to get my revenge through Minta."
Bewildered Sayid nodded. "I guess I can but I will rather you apologize to Minta."
"I did." The other man admitted. "And you are a very lucky man in your choice of marriage."
"Where is she?" Sayid cried out, his heart in his voice. "Where is Minta? Does she even know that I am back?"
"You don't know where she is?" it was Sawyer's turn of being surprised. "When you were away every day she would go to the shores and wait…pray for your return. And when you did come back she nursed you, she stayed with you throughout your sickness. We had to bring her food as she refused to leave you."
Stumbling onto his half-steady feet Sayid staggered out of the cave and went to the beach, knowing that she would be there.
He was right, he found her standing waist deep in the sea. She was so beautiful, he immediately recollected the early phases of their honeymoon, before her nervous breakdown, before he had hurt her so much.
"Minta…" he whispered as he stepped into the ocean.
She immediately went to him and held him tightly.
"Sayid…" she whispered back. "Sayid, I love you."
"I love you too, but why did you leave me when I was finally going to wake up?" he asked, clearly hurt. He stroked her face and ran his hand through her hair, satisfying his need of her presence after a whole week of absence.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't want to see me after all I did to you…" she explained guiltily.
"Why? You never did anything wrong." He sealed any further guilt with a kiss. "So you are willing to be with me again?"
"I want to! I want to so much!" she said firmly. "I want to continue our honeymoon."
They kissed once more and laughing Sayid lifted Minta up to carry her onto the beach. Then they made love on the sands, not caring for the rest of the world as they had each other once more.
Author's Note: It sure was fun writing this. I have got more stories with the two of them in it so if anyone actually want to read it then please tell me and I'll type them up. The others do come out more in the next few, but still not that much as the central focus is Sayid.